Seed

"Here it comes." My eyes went wide with excitement at the doctors words. I watched him reach down to grab it, to pull my child into the world. Then I saw the doctors own eyes go wide. Not with excitement though like mine, no. His eyes showed both surprise and terror. It was at that time that I knew something was wrong, that my little experiment to give my wife what she wanted had done something to my child.

The doctor stood, revealing in his hands a solid white, bean shaped object about the size of a bowling ball. I realized in sheer terror that what he held was not an infant, but a seed. The other doctors in the room stared dumbfounded at the glistening object in his hands. To me it looked like your typical plant seed, only in gigantic proportions. I looked down at my wife, at the horror that filled her beautiful eyes. Then something happened to her, something that still tears at my heart. She suddenly screamed, a scream of disappointed anguish I figured, of fear and terror. I soon realized though that her screams were not of terror, but of pain!

The umbilical that still attached itself into her began pulsating towards the seed. Her grip on my hand tightened to the extreme, and I could literally hear the bones in my hand breaking. I too started screaming, then the rest of the people in the hospital room started screaming. I looked down at my wife, at her beautiful face, as it began to shrivel inwards, suck in like a deflating balloon. Her cheek bones pushed violently against her tightening skin. Her eyes bulged as the sockets around them shrunk. Her fingers became bony as the skin around them sucked in. Her legs did the same. I watched as she literally dried up in bed, as the seed that had come out of her literally sucked the life out of her. This thing, whatever it was, sucked her dry of all her bodily fluids in a matter of seconds. The green umbilical I saw now was being used like a plant uses its roots, to gather moisture, or fluid. This thing was rooted to my wife. I knew right away when here screams ceased that she was gone, that she was dead.

The seed began to pulsate and grow in the doctors hands. Before he could drop it or throw it from his grasp, a single green vine the same size of the umbilical sprouted out of the seed and wrapped itself around the doctors hands, binding him to the seed. He screamed, desperately trying to get the seed off of him. I could only watch, bound by my wife’s death grip, as the other doctors tried to remove the freak of nature I had created. Another vine, this one larger, shot out of the white shell of the seed. Its pointed thorny end crawled upward like it had a mind of its own, slithering like a snake as it made its way into the doctors open mouth and continued right down his throat. I watched him hemorrhage as the vine continued stretching its way into his mouth.

His eyes rolled back white, and as the other doctors tried their best to get the vine and seed off the doctor, he began to shrivel up like my wife did. In less than three seconds, he became a skeleton thin wrinkled up corpse, completely sucked dry of his bodily fluids.